Two years ago, my fingers tapped out a few words, and I hit the publish button in this space for the first time. Slowly, this spot on the web has evolved into a self-portrait.
Blogging had crashed into my life one dismal Monday morning in January — I sat in bed reading the words of a former student as she poured out her heart for all the blogosphere to behold. Her painfully raw story helped bring healing to my wounded heart and empty womb. I cried and kept reading — consuming every word.
How does one walk forward with God when the crib is bare and the grave is full? How do you say “yes” to God with empty hands? I am daily learning that lesson — one blog post at a time.
This week, as I was digging “Into the Word,” I stumbled across a passage that helped me as I work to piece together my heart:
Though the cherry trees don’t blossom
and the strawberries don’t ripen,
Though the apples are worm-eaten
and the wheat fields stunted,
Though the sheep pens are sheepless
and the cattle barns empty,
I’m singing joyful praise to God.
I’m turning cartwheels of joy to my Savior God.
Counting on God’s Rule to prevail,
I take heart and gain strength.
I run like a deer.
I feel like I’m king of the mountain!
Habakkuk 3:17-19, MSG
Daily, my focus must fall on Him — the Sustainer of my soul. No other sustenance will satisfy. He provides the daily strength I need. He alone will restore and refresh my spirit. My mountain-moving God will prevail. My heart leaps with joy as I look to Him.
How do you daily choose to focus on God? How has He renewed your heart? I would love for you to share in the comment section below.